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Evie gives us both a long, unreadable look.

Theo adds under his breath, “Okay, so there might’ve been a moment involving Finn’s thigh. But nothing—”

“Enough,” Evie cuts in sharply. “We’re running a semi-professional club, not a fanfiction account.Jesus.”

I rake a hand through my hair. “She’s good for the team.”

“No one’s disputing that,” she says. “But the closer she gets, the more likely something will blur.”

I glance back out toward the field again. Finn’s draped his arm across her shoulder, chattering to Jax.

She fits with them. Withus.

I exhale slowly. “And what if—hypothetically—there’s a scent-match?”

Evie looks me dead in the eye and says, without a hint of warmth:

“Then god help us all.”

I watch as she tosses her clipboard into her tote, flicks her ponytail with deadly accuracy, and stalks away from the pitch with only a quick wave in Coach’s direction.

I stare after her, jaw tight. “She terrifies me.”

“Shewantsme,” Theo replies.

“Yeah. In achokehold.”

“Hey,” he winks, “some women pay extra for that.”

He jogs back to the others, and I’m left alone with the fading scent of Evie’s alpha scent, a clipboard full of implied threats, and the creeping realisation that I might be the only person on this team who isn’t completely, clinically unhinged.

I glance around the pitch.

Jax is back in formation. Finn’s teaching Ben how to deep-throat a muffin without dying. And Theo’s now started doing calf stretches while calling over to Frankie and Harper.

Apparently, I’m the only one trying to keep this pack from collapsing into chaos, pheromones, and a sponsorship deal for thigh oil. Who knew?

I start walking toward them as Evie’s words swirl round my head.

God help us all.

Chapter Seventeen

Frankie

I’ve been staring at my laptop for twenty minutes.

Technically, I’m editing pre-match content. Realistically, I’m watching Rory tell the camera—completely deadpan—that his matchday ritual isnot murdering Theo.

It’s going to be another viral one. I can feel it.

The comments on the last post are still rolling in—fast, funny, and highly flattering. But they’re not just about the guys: they’re also about me.

Is the media girl single?? Asking for a friend (it’s me).

More Frankie pls. We want a Q&A!!

How do I get her job?? Surrounded by alphas and paid for it? ICON.

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